I've developed a major appreciation for single parents. Pickles and I have been on our own for a just over a week now, and it ain't easy. When she gets stuck on her tummy at night, I have to go and roll her back over (this is a new thing). If I get thirsty while nursing, too bad for me. If I have a naked baby on the change table, and I realise that all the diapers are in the dryer, I have to carry her downstairs and risk getting peed on. When she wakes up every single hour at night, I have to be the one to go in every time. I even have to take the garbage out.
But there is obviously more than just the practical. A partner is much more than a centipede-killer (I've already had to kill two since we've been alone!). I am very lucky to have an amazing support system, but nothing compares to the support you get from a partner.
At least there is an end in sight. I really admire people who do it on their own every day, all days.